How to Break a Heart

He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off my feet in a hug. A small part of my brain hoped it was platonic, that he really did like Aria and that was it. But honestly I knew it was impossible, I had never felt this much adoration in a hug since my dad would spin me around as a child. I guess the father syndrome has some truth to it, because as he dropped me down enough to see his smile I couldn’t help but beam back.

How was it that guys always catch me?

That they always make me feel valued enough that I believe it could work.

But I could see the glint in his eye that told me he had never been to the places that I had. And I couldn’t touch that innocence.

My heart was too wild and erratic, and his would anchor onto mine and hold on until it shattered into pieces.

So how to tell a man such a thing when he does not speak the same language as you? When he can spit rhymes and rhythms and you can barely keep up with the poems of your heart.

How do you bear yourself when the likelihood is to break another’s before it even had a chance.

How to look into ones eyes and tell them that you are not worth it?

Before it can all happen to you.


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Posted October 25, 2015 by Coralee Kelly in category "Creative", "Writing

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